Friday, June 29, 2012

'if' by rudyard kipling

If you can keep your head when all about youAre losing theirs and blaming it on you,If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,But make allowance for their doubting too;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,Or being hated, don't give way to hating,And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master,If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;If you can meet with Triumph and DisasterAnd treat those two impostors just the same;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spokenTwisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winningsAnd risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,And lose, and start again at your beginningsAnd never breathe a word about your loss;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinewTo serve your turn long after they are gone,And so hold on when there is nothing in youExcept the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,If all men count with you, but none too much;If you can fill the unforgiving minuteWith sixty seconds' worth of distance run,Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Just returned from a dentist
appointment. Mid way through the
procedure, with my mouth filled to capacity with bolts, clamps, impression
paste and assorted paraphernalia, my chronic cough kicked into hyper drive! I proceeded to quake, expectorate and
convulse, until the whole scene was reminiscent of the last days of Vesuvius. The
doctor indicated this was the first time he’d actually entertained the
possibility of losing a patient during a procedure. I suggested I’d never expired from such a procedure
before, and it seemed unlikely I would do so more than once. The technician admitted to being most
horrified at the prospect of my inadvertently swallowing the entire apparatus,
clamps, paste, paraphernalia, and all! While
this prospect is indeed horrifying, truth be told, it’s not swallowing the
thing that causes me the most trepidation, but the prospect of passing it, in
its entirety, later. STC